It’s funny how we can’t see eye-to-eye on anything anymore.
If it’s not the unpredictability and unprofessionalism of the alleged world leader I call “45”, then it’s the obviously out-dated historic stand called The Second Amendment.
Or, it’s the Red Sox vs. Yankees.
Forty-five is still doing what “45” does and The Second Amendment is still a hot button topic even as more of our children die (Yes, yes, I agree, there are many other issues, too), but on Wednesday night I realized that one way to understand the non-comprehensible is too look at it from the other side.
It’s the Red Sox vs. the Yankees and it’s not easy.
You hurt Bill Lee’s shoulder, we throw an old man to the ground. You karate chop a ball out of a pitcher’s hands, our catcher beats the crap out of you for disrespecting us.
Ah, baseball. Ah, the Red Sox-Yankee rivalry.
The two teams are at it again this week at Fenway Park, and on Wednesday things boiled over the top once again.
During the game, some kid named Tyler Austin slid into some dyed-haired kid named Brock Holt.
Let’s be honest here: Had anybody from either Nation – Red Sox Nation/Yankee Nation – ever heard of the other player or even cared about either of them before Wednesday?
As all ball players are taught to do, Austin went hard into his slide. He also went in with his spikes high and to the left of the bag, clipping Holt’s lower leg.
Words were exchanged both on the field and on Twitter.
Red Sox Nation knew it was a bad slide.
Yankee Nation knew there was nothing dirty about it.
Everybody watching the game on television got two stories.
Those watching PIX-11, the Yankees broadcast, were preached to about it being a good slide, nothing wrong with it.
Those watching on NESN were told it was the first salvo of a dirty play, the latest moment in a rivalry gone kind of stale in the 21st Century.
As much as it seemed to be a heads-or-tails issue, truth be told and it was a two-headed coin and it all depended upon the eye of the beholder.
Or, what if the spikes were on the other feet?
Austin struck out in his next at-bat, which certainly made Red Sox fans chuckle. Take that, right!
In the seventh inning, the Red Sox got what the infamous unwritten baseball rules cite as revenge, and he got plunked in the back with a 98-mile-per-hour Joe Kelly fastball.
And everything else all depended from which eyes you watched.
Red Sox fans embraced Kelly screaming “Let’s go!!!” as Austin charged the mound from the batter’s box.
Yankees fans laughed at how its behemoth batting due of Aaron Judge (6-foot-7, 282 pounds) and Giancarlo Stanton (6-6, 245 pounds without his wallet) “pushed the pile of players” toward the Red Sox dugout.
As though nobody who adores pinstripes has ever heard the law of physics before.
But I digress.
As I perused Twitter, half watching the rest of the game, two things popped into my head—What I thought and what I knew.
What I thought was this: Did Austin intend to hurt Holt with his slide? Probably not, though it wasn’t as innocent a slide as Yankee fans would have you believe. The spikes were high and inside the bag. Period.
What I know is this: Had the tables been turned, had Holt slid into a base in identical fashion, and had his metal spikes clipped the lower leg of Yankees shortstop Didi Gregrious, New York fans would have been saying the same thing Red Sox fans were.
But alas that is likely to ever happen.
You either support 45 or you don’t. You either think it’s OK to have a tank or anti-air defense missile in your basement or you don’t.
You either support the Yankees or the Red Sox.
Or you watched Netflix last night and none of this makes any sense to you.